An Eventful Train Ride

The afternoon sun shines, the day is warm and clear of clouds. A young, androgynous man with shoulder length white hair and equally white skin hurries through the station to catch his train. His purple eyes look ahead, searching for the best way around the rush hour mob of people. It doesn't help that the pink mini skirt he chose to wear together with the oversized bunny themed hoodie is making it hard to run without showing his ass or tucked in little dick.

Just in time Oliver manages to slip through the doors of the packed train. With a great deal of relief, he sags against the door. He's going past a few stations until he gets home so he fishes up his headphones to put on some music.

The people switch out with each station, people getting on and others getting off and with that Oliver's spot shifts from in front of the door to a corner.

The first time he feels the hand squeeze his ass he thinks he imagines it. But after a moment it happens again. A large, rough hand slides up and cups his ass cheek and then squeezes before pulling away again.

Oliver is stunned and a blush creeps up onto his alabaster face. Did that seriously just happen? He should turn around and yell at the guy for being a fucking pervert! He should-

Oliver's outraged and mortified thoughts are interrupted by the hand again. This time it's two hands. They take the cheeks and start squeezing and massaging. Every now and then a finger strokes between his cheeks.

The femboy's body trembles as his tight buns are groped and teased. This is fucked up. Some pervert is groping him in the middle of the day, in a packed train! And worst of all... he's getting turned on by it.

The train lurches and Oliver feels the moment the huge rod grinds against his soft cushions as his assailant stumbles into him. Emboldened by the young man's lack of protests the stranger snakes his arm around towards Oliver's stomach. A shiver runs down his spine as the man's heavy breath caresses his jaw. The large hand continues to slide down past his hardening dick and to his closed thighs. Oliver tries to resist the man's attempt to open his legs. But with another turn of the train, he is forced to steady himself and stand a bit wider. That's all his assailant needs.

The hand grabs Oliver over his dick and cups it. Rough and firm fingers stroke the twitching bulge that lays trapped under a lacy pair of panties. Oliver fights to not make a sound, his face is beet red from embarrassment and shame, but he doesn't move, he can't.

The hand squeezes a little and then pushes the fabric to the side, freeing Olivers half hard cock from its confinement. He can feel the man shifting them, turning Oliver into the corner to hide him better but he can't think to fight back, especially now that he's obviously turned on with his dick out on a train... he can only hold out until the pervert gives up or gets off. Oliver lowers his head a little in resignation. Just in time for the man to wrap his fingers tightly around his weeping dick.

The rough hand placed over his mouth saves Oliver from moaning straight out into the wagon. He looks down and can see the man's arm wrapped around him. It reaches up under his skirt and with loose fingers teases the length of Oliver's cock, sending little jolts of pleasure up his spine.

"You like it. Don't you?" a rough voice murmurs against Oliver's ear. Slowly and loosely at first, he strokes Oliver's cock. Each time he reaches the sensitive tip the man rolls his thumb over it, catching the little bead of precum that has started to form.

Oliver wants to protest, to shake his head, but he is too busy trying to stay standing and feeling his body betray him. His stomach tenses and relaxes with each wave of pleasure and his legs tremble. He hates how turned on he is right now...

Low breathless moans leak into the hand over Oliver's mouth. He can't help it, it feels amazing. Oliver nearly doubles over when the guy starts stroking him properly.

The hand squeezes tightly and strokes him faster and faster. Oliver is sure that if it wasn't for all the people talking and the sounds of the train, you would be able to hear the slapping of skin against skin.

With jerking motions Oliver grinds his hips into the hand. He's so fucking hard now that his mind is going blank as the pleasure of the building release fills him. Oliver closes his eyes shut tightly as the hand strokes and squeezes him. More and more precum starts flowing from his tip and it doesn't take long before the dam bursts and Oliver spasms in pleasure with a soft, needy moan blocked by his assailant's hand.

Oliver doesn't notice that the man caught some of the cum, the rest splattered on the wall in front of him. Foolishly he relaxes as he feels the man's hand move away from his spent dick, though the other stays over his mouth.

Then, his entire body tenses up as he feels why the hand retreated. The man's hand is back on Oliver's ass, groping and... and pulling his panties to the side. Oh no...

The thought just strikes him as he feels a warm, hard and cum lubricated dick poke at his entrance. Oliver's eyes widen, and he tries to look behind himself. To protest, to do anything!

Then the familiar, warm feeling of a dick filling him up mixed with the burning pain of his unprepared asshole taking a raw dick without lube explodes from his ass. Oliver almost doubles over. He grabs hold of the handle in front of him with both hands as his ass gets violated.

"Fuck... so good... tight." The man groans in Oliver's ear, sending jolts of shameful excitement down to his rapidly hardening dick. The man wastes little time before he starts rolling his hips. It's a slow, demanding push up into Oliver. It fills him up nicely before pulling out a little again, leaving the twink feeling almost empty. The emptiness however, is slowly filled again with the next roll into him.

Oliver isn't sure how long it takes but he's sure he has missed his station, not that he cares. He's far more occupied with the hardness that is invading his ass too roughly and hitting his prostate every few thrusts. In, out, over and over, dragging along Oliver's sweet spot and leaving his hard dick swaying back and forth between his legs. The occasional drop of precum falls to the floor as Oliver feels the building pressure. As if each pump into him adds to it until he's about to explode.

It's a good thing that the hand is over his mouth or else the femboy would be begging for more, faster, harder. Instead, he pushes back as much as he can.

A deep chuckle emerges from the now breathless man as he, growing bolder, grabs Oliver by the hips with both hands and pulls his victim further down on his dick.

"I knew you loved it, slut."

And oh, how Oliver loves it. With his own hand now covering his mouth he shifts his ass. He wants, no needs this pervert to hit his prostate more, to fuck him harder.

The man grunts quietly behind him and the rolling thrusts start getting uneven. Part of Oliver wishes this could last longer but he can feel the dick pulsing with desire inside him, waiting to spill over and fill him up.

Fuck, each slide in and out of his ass is like scratching an itch he didn't know he had. The man thrusts hard and deep into Oliver suddenly as warm cum shots into the albino in powerful waves. Oliver's eyes roll back as his own body tenses and the wall in front of him is coated in more sticky, white, cum.

Having had his fun, the man pulls out of Oliver with a low groan. His jizz follows soon after. Oliver feels it run out of his sensitive asshole and continues down his leg, but he has no energy to do anything about it but twitch at the tingling and residual pleasure. A stranger just fucked him in public, in the middle of the day... and Oliver loved it. He keeps holding onto the handle, breathing heavily and gathers his jumbled thoughts. At the next station he forces himself to move and stumble off the train. Oliver hopes he can take the next one back to his stop.

And if someone else wants to have some fun... he won't stop them.